The door was rudely opened and then violently closed. The sound was deafening, indicating that the owner of the room was in an emotionally unstable state. It wasn't unusual for him to be so incensed by the mere presence of his long-estranged nephew. The whiny child who once could only crawl at his feet, begging for a favor from him who didn't care at all. The snot-nosed child returned to his presence with an appearance he never expected. "Mafia...," he muttered in a worried tone. The old man nibbled on his fingernails, unable to mask the worry that was clearly depicted on his wrinkled face. He couldn't believe that the boy he threw away 20 years ago had grown up to be such a dangerous figure, in the same class as the mafia, dirty criminals who could wash their hands so cleanly. Connor really didn't expect something like this to come his way. He was probably just waiting to be finished off by his own nephew and begging would have no impact. After all, he was the one who closed his e
Four days had passed since Victor's return to New Orleans, but Violet hadn't seen a peep out of him. Violet hadn't called him, because the last time Victor had called while she was rushing home, he'd said that he had some business to take care of when he arrived in New Orleans. Violet didn't want to bother Victor, so she didn't call him first. Today, as usual, Violet spent her morning after tea doing things inside the mansion. She no longer went out to meet with informants, the last time she communicated with a good informant named Maria Siesta and ended up losing contact since the last day they met. Violet regretted it... she wished she could meet Maria again and chat like two very close friends. Violet's question about what Victor is doing in his hometown remains unanswered. Violet didn't know where to go to find out, and she was desperate for an answer. Violet doesn't find out for her own sake, but she admits that she's genuinely curious as Victor's woman. She thinks she has the
Of course Violet will be immediately shocked by retreating a few steps. He doesn't want the madness that's now playing in his heart to make him do strange things in front of Alexa. "What do you mean, Miss Alexa?" "Ah...will you try to deny it? I can't, Violet!" Alexa's confident words collapsed Violet's, which from the beginning was not that big. He's on the threshold, in the middle of two choices: to be sure that Violet's feelings for Victor are just sympathy, or to believe that he's really fallen for the man. "You can't hide it, Violet. It's clear from your behavior, and you even say it accidentally." "I'm not saying I'm in love with Victor!" "But you're worried he'll return you someday. What kind of feeling do you think makes you think like that if it's not the fear that he's gonna break up with you? You're afraid to break up with him." Violet didn't answer. He just bowed down with a nervous face. Alexa doesn't understand what makes Violet still trying to deny it, even though it s
"Miss Alexa... do you think Victor and I... are..." Violet couldn't continue her words. Meanwhile, Alexa smiled again when she saw Violet's face, which looked shocked and embarrassed. He definitely didn't expect Alexa to think like that. Well... Alexa got what she wanted, even though that wasn't her real intention. But seeing Violet's face as red as a ripe tomato comforted him well. Alexa hurried away, but she had time to say one thing that made Violet even more unable to hear it. "If you want to learn how to satisfy your partner, I'll give you a few tips," he said with a wink and then ran into the mansion with a loud laugh. Violet was silent, her face still in shock. He touched his ear, it was the part that felt the most hot as if there was factory activity going on inside. “Oh God,” he said quietly. Violet didn't know why she could be this stupid, even though she understood what sex was and had often seen it in some of the romance films she had watched. He also studied it at scho
"I will definitely defeat you, Mathius' son." Connor stared intently at whatever was in front of him. His eyes portrayed an intense determination, a false bravado fueled by anxiety and a desire to make sure he was always safe. "Come in," he said to someone at his door. Connor's confidants whom he trusted very much. "I want you to find out about the girl Victor is with right now, and who Victor's enemies are. Find out as much and as quickly as possible!" The two tall, burly men nodded obediently, then began their work as soon as they walked out of Connor's room. Connor felt quite calm at this point. At least he knew that Victor had returned to Louisiana without leaving any plans to kill him. It didn't seem like he intended to kill Connor yet, but that didn't mean it couldn't happen someday. It was just like a ticking time bomb waiting for a predetermined second to explode, not entirely at ease because the feeling of being in the palm of a hand and those piercing eyes watching couldn
Violet learns that Victor has gone to see Emily, his niece, who is hospitalized at a nearby hospital. Violet had planned to see Victor, but seeing Emily wouldn't have been a bad idea. That's why Violet doesn't come empty-handed.After asking the receptionist and a few nurses she met, Violet finally found Emily's hospital room. It's a VIP room that should provide the best care for a child with a very weak heart like Violet.But just as Violet was about to knock on the door, she was startled by the door opening from the inside, revealing Victor's tall figure in front of her. "You startled me!" said Violet in an irritated tone and out of breath. Victor did nothing but stare at her in silence.Violet thought Victor had shown a look of surprise earlier, but maybe it was just his feelings. She decided to duck her head since her tiny body must have been perfectly covered by Victor's. "Good evening, Mr. Grayson," she said, greeting him. Jack seemed surprised by her arrival, but didn't stan
While wondering, Violet was still walking. Her gaze wandered in all directions, her head turning right and left, trying to find her destination which finally appeared to be a small waiting room. Violet pulled herself up to hide behind a wall, she couldn’t be seen by either object and have their important conversation ruined.Therefore, Violet waited while occasionally peeking out, keeping an eye on what was happening far ahead.He looked at Jack who was already crying while still holding Victor’s arm. No matter the angle, it was obvious that he was pleading with Victor, who stood proudly in front of him. Violet grimaced. Victor couldn’t be helped with his coldness, but Violet really didn’t understand. What were they talking about to be in such a situation?“I can’t hear them...,” Violet said, straining her ears as best she could to eavesdrop. But still, she and Victor were quite far apart. She couldn’t hear what the two were saying very well until suddenly, Violet was startled by Vic
Violet looked up at Victor's face, there were no more puddles of tears and he looked better than ever. Violet was grateful, but she didn't know what to do next and realized what she had done.Instead of Violet asking Victor "Are you okay?", this situation would have made more sense if Victor had asked her "What's wrong with you?" What was wrong with Violet... who had been asked to look after Emily and instead ended up running down the hospital corridor and hugging Victor as soon as she saw him."Ah ...." Violet started by mumbling, clearly not knowing where she was going with the conversation."What are you doing here?" Victor asked, breaking the awkward silence that seemed about to swallow Violet whole. Violet was grateful that Victor had asked first ... but not by asking her a question like this. "Weren't you asked to look after Emily? You left her alone?""No!" Violet quickly denied, shaking her head. "There was a nurse here and I needed to go to the bathroom, so I left her wit